Chapter 1873: Yao Shizhi in the Japanese Ring (77)

Chapter 1873 耀世之之日轮(七七七)
"How is it possible. The life expectancy of human beings is only about one hundred and fifty years old." Lawrence Lawrence, who was listening, yelled.
"If there is no mistake in the historical records, King Nice is obviously much longer than ordinary humans. And for more than three hundred years of rule over Egypt, it was still before Mein began to pursue eternal life." Academician Zuster said solemnly: "I can only say that the body of the king of the United States is more special than the normal human being. As for how long he can live, no one knows. We suspect that he is still alive in some special form even in modern times."
"Absolutely-right-no------" After listening to the other's theology, Bedyville cried in contempt.
"To verify this, it's very simple." Academician Zuster raised his hand and made a [you first] gesture to Bediville, indicating that the werewolf youth was the first to watch the coffin.
The open coffin has steps from both sides to go up and see. Or if its upper cover is opened and folded over on both sides, it becomes a step and the design is wonderful.
Bedyville swallowed a sigh of relief and took the courage to step up the steps and glanced at the coffin. He initially thought that he could see a mummy that was preserved in the huge coffin. However, it is not.
It was an empty coffin. There are nothing but funerary objects like gold and silver treasures.
Pharaoh King Nice did not sleep in this empty space. Never before.
"How, Mr. Bedieville?" See the Werewolf youth staying beside the coffin. Academician Zuster asked: "Is there really no body inside?"
"I don't understand," Biddyville asked with a puzzled question: "Where did his body go?"
"Huh-huh--" Academician Zuster followed the steps and gathered at the side of the werewolf youth. At the same time, he confirmed that he had an empty space with only funerary objects: "Perhaps, what method did he really find?" It has extended a lot of life, and it has been alive until now. It is true that it is not an eternal life, and there will always be an end in one day. But this does not mean that he does not pursue. The more people have, the more they want to Live longer, isn't it?"
"But I still don't understand. Even so, why did he make a fake death, build an ancient tomb of this size, and put a lot of his treasure as a funerary?"
"Maybe it's just a treasure house, and it's left to his descendants." Grand Lawrence said without thinking, "Maybe the Egyptian royal family will be dead one day, and the poor will fall down and will need this treasure to come back."
"Maybe." Bedyville replied a little depressed. He doesn't really care.
On the other side of the academician Zuster, he also took out an object from the empty funerary. Unlike the luxurious gold and silver treasures, the treasure – which may not even be a treasure – looks very simple and low-key.
It is a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
"Is this?" Biddyville asked curiously. The Melson Brothers will come to this treasure at a great price. Is it for this thing?
"Mr. Bedieville, these words that I am telling you now are very well kept secrets. I sincerely hope that you will not tell the things here." Academician Zuster said with the pair of black-rimmed glasses: "If the wind leaks and the Egyptian government knows the true value of this pair of glasses, it may be confiscated."
"So, what the is this?" Bettiville looked at the black-rimmed glasses, but he couldn't see its uniqueness. This is obviously an eye, and its lens does not twist the light deflection. It is a complete flat mirror, worn for decoration.
"There is no official record of this artifact in the historical materials. Only a very small number of people in the world know its existence and secrets." Academician Zuster explained mysteriously: "But this pair of black-rimmed glasses and you Any artifacts I have ever seen are different, and there are already decisive differences in the way they operate. It can be said that the more [magic], the same as [miracle]."
Academician Zuster lowered his voice and solemnly told the young people of the werewolf: "This [Mirror of the Elderly] can modify Kama and forcibly distort the fate. No matter what is in the world, it can save more of their effects. second."
"Ha!?" Bedieville heard a fog.
"For example, a person who is supposed to be dying, his life would have ended at twelve o'clock today. After wearing this black-rimmed glasses, his life can last until twelve o'clock; It is said that the power of a battery is only enough for one machine to operate for an hour. After using this artifact, it can operate extremely fine for one hour and one second."
"Hey. I don't know what it means, it's just a second."
"Yes, it only lasts for a second. It is out of nothing. Let the people who should have died live for a second, and the energy that should have been exhausted is maintained for one second. The inexhaustible laws of the universe are all It was forcibly distorted by it." Academician Zuster looked at Bediville: "Energy is not going to increase without reason, life will not be extended for no reason. It breaks the iron law that was once considered absolutely impossible to break." - Do you know how great and epoch-making the effect of this prop is?"
Betdiville didn't buy much: "I probably know everything you said. But it's still just a eyeglass that has little effect."
"Maybe. But if I tell you, is this ancient who made this pair of glasses?"
Bedyville’s look suddenly became serious.
Indeed, twisting the fate (Kama), out of nothing, this technology has not even been mastered by the ancient gods and humans. It is estimated that there is only a higher existence than the ancient gods and humans - the ancient gods - have this technical power.
But all this still can't explain anything, and Biddiville didn't understand what the Zuster and Melson Brotherhood wanted to prove. Pharaoh Wang Meinis, who has [Yingqi Baozhu], can "see" all the secrets in the world, so he can find such a huge treasure. This [mirror of the elders] was originally an extremely rare artifact. Well, let it be regarded as the hand of the ancient gods. It is one of the few magic weapons that the ancient gods have left in the world. But what about it? It can be found and collected here by Mein, isn't it a natural thing?
auzw.com "I know you are wondering, Mr. Bedyville." Zuster saw the wolf youth revealing a more incomprehensible look and replied: "I have only two things to say. Things: First, rumors that [Yingqi Baozhu] can only be used effectively by the ancient gods and people. How they use that kind of thing, we are not clear. But the king of Nice can use. Second, the king of Nice It can be used to find treasures that are even more advanced than the gems. This has been proven."
He shook in front of Bedyville with the seemingly flat black-rimmed glasses.
Beddyville seems to finally understand the meaning of the other party. At the same time as he understood it, his eyes also rounded up: "You want to say that Pharaoh King Nice is an ancient man -?!"
"It is not a purely ancient and human race, perhaps he only has some bloodlines of ancient gods and humans." Zustur explained: "This inference explains many things, including his unusual longevity."
"Interesting." The strategist Eric snarled and seemed to have another idea. Eric should be shocked to hear such a bold conclusion from Academician Zuster. But he didn't have time to show shock, and he was already thinking about something else.
"Okay, let me sort out the ideas." Biddiville waved his hand and interrupted each other. "So, you only have two points: First, Nice is estimated to have the blood of the ancient gods; He may still be alive now?"
"Yes, basically these two points." Academician Zuster carefully took the mirror of the elder with a special container and said: "We are excavating this time to obtain evidence to prove these two arguments. The first argument, from the current situation, is that the estimate is sufficient. To fully prove the second argument, we have to bring the glasses back for thorough analysis. I only hope that any genetic material of Meinus remains on the glasses. Let us analyze it."
"I think that's an estimate." Biddyville shouted. It was a pair of glasses that were stored in the cedar of the ancient tomb thousands of years ago. Did the fraternity people want to find the genetic material of the Nice from the sweat or dandruff on the glasses? The difficulty is estimated to be great.
"In any case, the purpose of our trip has been reached, and it will be enough here." Academician Zuster smiled calmly and said: "Let's go back?"
"Good." This may be the only point in Bediville that has not been objected so far. He was fed up with an ancient tomb adventure and began to miss the ground.
And Lawrence is still picking the right side and looking for gold coins from the treasure. Although he was informed, the way back will be searched by the Egyptian government, and the total value of the treasures that can be taken away cannot exceed 10,000 Egyptian dollars. But this greedy guy still wants to try to find something more valuable, probably thinking that he might be lucky enough to get away with it.
"Don't pick it up. Anyway, you can only take away 10,000 Egyptian coins. Can you just grab a gold coin and go?" Biddyville was impatient.
"Let's wait, wait a second." Lawrence took the gold coin and looked at it. "At least let me pick a few good colors. These things are not necessarily known to the Egyptian government. They thought I took 10,000." In fact, I went to the black market and sold the good antiques as antiques. I can buy fifty or sixty thousand."
"Unbelievable" Bedieville snorted.
"Well, the way back is also established. It should be no danger to be careful." Academician Zuster said: "The person responsible for the response is coming soon. You are slowly picking here, let's go first."
"Okay, be careful on the road." Grand Lawrence didn't care.
"Hey--" Biddeville grabbed a gold coin and went to the big Lawrence's arms, and then dragged the guy's ear and dragged it away: "Mick! Go! What time is wasted!"
"but!--"
"Mr. Bedieville, behind you!" Celebrity Eric suddenly exclaimed.
"What?" The Werewolf youth felt strange at this time. There was already a wind rushing behind him. Some kind of hidden weapon flew toward his back, or more correctly it was some kind of hidden weapon rain! I am afraid that there is still a trap of murder in the treasure chest. Just now, Bediville grabbed a handful of gold in the gold coin and touched the hidden organ!
"Well!" It was too late to use the Tungsten Tortoise whip to protect the body. Bediwell had to push Lawrence outside to push it out!
"Hey!" Celebrity Eric saw that Biddeville had no time to dodge, thinking that if he did not save, the werewolf youth would become a horse! He jumped out of the wheelchair he was sitting on, and kicked the floating wheelchair with his foot and let the wheelchair fly toward Bediville! The wheelchair that passed from midair just became the bunker of Bediville, blocking the dozens of dark weapons raining from the air!
Hey! After a burst of metal collided with each other, the tomb was roaring!
"Boss!" Grand Lawrence also exclaimed. Because of the touch of the organ, the door of the tomb was quickly closed, and Grand Lawrence exclaimed and fled outside the tomb, and waved to indicate that Biddyville and Eric were coming soon!
Bettiville, who had been hurt by the leg, is planning to go all out to the door, hoping to catch up. But he instantly saw the Eric, who fell to the ground. Eric’s action of kicking out of the wheelchair and kicking it out obviously had side effects. The guy’s leg was broken under excessive force! He just wanted to get up and fell down again! Originally, he could concentrate on letting the whole person "fly" and float in midair! But the sudden loss of blood from the broken leg made him unable to concentrate on doing such a delicate operation! From this injury, no matter how hard he struggles, he can't escape the golden gate of the tomb that is being closed in time!
The gate has been closed for a third, and even then, Betdiville can't escape!
"Run!" Eric knew that he couldn't escape, and shouted to Bedieville.
"I can't." The Werewolf youth said, ran to pick up the strategist Eric, intending to flee with each other.
"You are an idiot!" Eric groaned wickedly.
Before Bedyville makes this stupid thing, you should be aware of the risks of doing so. The young werewolf who had already injured one leg had to run away with another person. This is the complete death. And now, everything is too late. The golden tomb door closes faster and faster over time, and closes a few seconds between the seconds. And Betwell, the Werewolf youth of the sergeant Eric, did not run a few steps at all, and was trapped in the closed tomb by the organs of the ancient tomb.
"Oh, it." Bedieville sighed.
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